A dark darigan kougra comes slinking out of the darkness towards you. He blends in so well with the shadows that you don't even notice him until he is upon you, his peircing green eyes staring at you, as if seeing through you, right into your soul. He pauses next to you and studies your features for a moment, then says in a slightly hissing voice, "Hello, guest. Welcome to my Cavern of Ssstrange and Random thingsss." The kougra then proceeds to sit on the floor, right on top of your feet. You of course don't want to move, for fear of showing weakness to this intimidating creature, so you quickly think of something to say.
So, uhh, who are you exactly? And, what's so strange and random about this place?
I, good ssstranger, am Caberdrone. I'm a darigan kougra," he replies with a smile that reveals his many sharp fangs. "As for what thisss place holdsss, well, that isss for you to find out, issn't it?
You look around the cavern, seeing only darkness and wondering just what kinds of 'things' the shadows were hiding. "Well, you said you were darigan, but you're not purple enough to be. What gives?
Ah, that isss a ssstory in itsself. I could tell it, if you'd like to hear. Otherwisse, you can usse that sssign over there to navigate the Cavern," he points to a list of words written on what seemed to be thin air. "Or, if you'd rather leave, you're more than welcome to. It'sss entirely up to you, dear ssstranger."
Well, I sssee you're continuing on. And I sssupposse that you want to hear sssome ssstory about me too, eh? Yeah, I thought ssso. That'sss why mosst people vissit thesse pagesss, to hear a ssstory. I will warn you though, mine issn't sssome little piece about how I came to be or what I do. No, mine isss jusst a little tale that I think isss interessting. That'sss jusst my opinion though, you'll have to judge for yoursself...
Note From Stormy: I hope you all like the little story about Caberdrone. I had a lot of fun writing it all down and I think you'll find that it's a bit, umm, different from most other pet stories.
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The rain poured down for the third straight day, pattering against the many windows of Caer Tuva, the sound echoing throughout the many halls and rooms of the large castle. Caberdrone smiled as he padded softly down the winding staircase from his room in the southeast tower. He liked when it rained because it gave him the perfect excuse to lay about the castle and read the day away.
He stepped into the great library, in the heart of the castle, and went straight to the bookshelves on the far side of the room, next to the large arched windows. He knew exactly which shelf he had left off on the day before. Glancing out the window as his paws grabbed random tomes and scrolls off the next shelf, he saw just how wet and misty the outside had become. Almost like a dream, the air was foggy, distorting the trees of the nearby forest, making them seem almost ghostlike. Nothing looked as it should, that was for sure.
It'sss ssso creepy," Caberdrone hissed quietly to himself. He took his pile of books to his favorite cushiony armchair and lit some candles on the table next to it and settled himself down to read. The weather was quite fitting for the books he had selected though, for they were ancient and well worn, books about times long past and heroes long dead and in their own way, very dreamlike, must like the misty fog outside the window. Picking up the top book, the large cat curled up and began to read.
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A sudden crack of thunder brought Caberdrone out of his book a couple hours later. He had been so immersed in it that he totally forgot about where he was. It took him a moment to recover, then he yawned and stretched out on the floor, reaching for another book on the pile. This next one was really, really old, he could tell just by the worn leather cover. Pieces were falling off and the binding itself was cracked and tearing.
He opened up to the first page and saw immediately that it was written in some strange tongue, one that he couldn't understand. While he knew some of the more common languages of the land, this one was a mystery. "One of the Ancient Tonguesss," he said aloud. But being the determined creature that he was, Caberdrone wasn't going to let some unknown language prevent him from finding out what mysteries were hidden within its pages. Carefully closing the cover, he slipped the book into a nearby backpack, no doubt belonging to his owner. Caberdrone snickered, "Nah, sshe won't mind. Too much.
And speaking of his owner, he figured he should go find her before he set out to Voltaire's house. With that he grabbed one of the bags straps in his mouth and dragged it up another set of stairs, being careful though, not to let it bump around too much.
He soon found Stormy, his owner and also the owner of Caer Tuva, in her own room, bent over a desk and drawing. He stalked quietly into the room and stopped just inside the door. "Ssstormy?" he said, cocking his head to one side with a wicked little grin. He watched as the girl jumped a few feet out of her chair, dropping her pencils and bumping her head on the overhanging lamp. She spun around, glaring.
Ouch! Make a little noise next time you come in, okay?" she yelped, rubbing her head. "You're way too quiet.
Caberdrone just sat in the doorway, his fangs shining eerily in the lamp light. "I mussst keep my ssstalking ssskillsss ssharp.
Stormy rolled her eyes. "Hmm. So, what do you need?
I'm going over to Volt'sss housse. I need her to help with a transslation of thisss book I found.
Are you sure you wanna go out there? For a book? You hate getting wet and I don't really care to hear you complaining all night about your stinky, damp fur.
I do not ssstink," Caberdrone said defensively. Stormy smiled. "But, I need to go, I'm too curiousss as to what it'sss about. I cannot wait. Rain or not.
Stormy turned back to her desk, shrugging. "Curiosity killed the cat, you know. Just be careful in this rain though. If it gets too bad, stay at Volt's house tonight cuz I don't wanna have to search the whole island for you if the wind sweeps you away. I don't think Cip would mind too much, especially if it's really unfit to travel." Cip was Voltaire's owner and a friend of Stormy's.
Okay. Sssee you later then." With that, Caberdrone turned and headed to the front door.
He peered out, wincing at the pouring rain. Yes, he liked the rain, but only when he could stay indoors during it. But going out in it was another story. He took a deep breath, preparing himself, then plunged out and onto the soft, muddy ground. He figured he'd make better time by flying, not to mention avoid all the muddy puddles, so after bounding a few strides on all fours, he took a giant leap into the air and spread his wings, flying towards the Gray Manor.
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Caberdrone of course was soaked upon arriving at Volt's house, and he wasn't too happy about it. Shaking himself off underneath the slanted porch, he pushed a claw against the doorbell, a loud gong reverberating throughout the worn halls inside.
The door opened moment later and a large, annoyed looking gray and orange cat peered out. Caberdrone grinned in greeting, knowing that she too was probably lounging about somewhere, reading book after book. He knew he'd probably have the same look on his face if someone interrupted him.
Voltaire stepped aside, letting Caberdrone through. "So what brings you out in this mess?" she asked, wincing at the puddles her purple striped friend was dripping everywhere. Not that it made a difference, as the old house she lived in had small holes in the roof that dripped water anyway.
Shaking off a bit more, Caberdrone answered, "I've got a sssort of challenge for you. I found thisss old book in our library and I have no idea what language it'sss written in. I thought perhapsss you might know it, or at leasst, could help decipher sssome of it.
Volt's eyes lit up. She loved new old books. "Sounds intriguing. Let's get up to the attic and we'll take a look at it." She led him upstairs to a comfortable room, filled with shelves of books, much like his own library at home. The settled themselves on some faded velvet cushions and once comfortable, Caberdrone pulled out the old book from the damp bag.
Hmm…" Volt studied the book for a bit, carefully turning the pages with the tips of her claws. "It almost looks like a spell book of sorts. Look." She stopped at a page that had dark, bold print at the top and what appeared to be a list underneath.
Ingredientsss for a potion, perhapsss?
Seems so. And this next page probably explains how to mix it.
Are they all potionsss then? Or isss there more?"
Volt flipped through a few more pages. "I think there are spoken spells too. See?" She pointed at one crumbling page near the back. "This one doesn't have a list, and seems to be written almost like a poem would be. It might be an incantation or something.
Grinning again, Caberdrone looked at his friend excitedly. "We sshould try one!
What? No. I mean, they don't exactly look friendly. The writing is much too scrawly for love potions and happy spells." She made a face at that. Excessively happy and cute things annoyed her and made her ill. "But… Maybe there's a simple, not too evil a curse we can try…" She smiled, fangs showing.
Caberdrone jumped up and circled the room a few times, his tail swishing behind him as he though. "Well, perhapsss we could jusst transslate a few, jusst to sssee what they're about." As he continued circling, much too excited to sit still in one place, Volt flipped through some more pages of the book, running her claws down the pages as she read. A few minutes later she stopped and pointed. "Aha! I think I found one that you should enjoy!
Caberdrone took a few short bounds towards her. "What? What isss it?
Here. 'Ye Olde Giant Donut…' I can't read that last phrase though. But, hey, it's a giant donut, we can't do wrong with that, can we?
Wow… A giant donut…" The cat licked his lips, already anticipating the large round pastry, dripping with chocolate frosting and rainbow sprinkles. "Ssso, what do we do? Jusst read it?
Yeah, we have to read it out loud. Ready?
You bet.
The two propped the book on a stack of pillows in front of them and began to read:
Iced dark sky above sprinkled with stars,
glazed with creamy swirling galaxies,
hear my wish:
See that the snacks in my cupboards are sparse,
a sweet pastry please grant me now
in my dish!
Finishing the spell, they each let out a slow breath, both eager to see if the spell would work. "I guess we should go check the cabinets then, see if any donuts have magically appeared," Volt said to her companion, grinning.
Caberdrone needed no second bidding and raced downstairs to the kitchen, followed closely by Voltaire. They both skidded to a stop in the doorway. Lo and Behold! A fresh donut was sitting right in the middle of the table. "Hmm," Caberdrone thought aloud. "I don't think thisss will be big enough for usss each to have a large sssli-" He was cut short though as both cats watched the pastry double in size. Looking at each other and smiling, they both trotted to the table and climbed up on stools, even as it grew again, now over a foot wide. "Mmm, thisss isss going to be one deliciousss donut!
Yeah, we'll have to find something to put the leftovers in. Unless you plan on eating it all?" Volt smiled wickedly at Caberdrone, who laughed.
The two friends began to eat, but they soon noticed that the donut wasn't getting any smaller. In fact, it was doing just the opposite. Now it was so large, the edges hung off of the kitchen table, pushing both Voltaire and Caberdrone back against the fading painted walls.
When'sss it gonna ssstop" Caberdrone shouted at the same time as Volt cried out, "How do we stop it from growing?
I don't know Volt, but we'd better get out of here before we get sssquished!" With that, they both squeezed passed the expanding baked good and raced out of the kitchen, out the front door, and into the pouring rain outside. The donut grew more and more, until the walls of the Gray Manor started to bend outwards, pieces of wood and brick flying out of place.
Caberdrone turned to Volt, "We have to ssstop it. There musst be a reverssal ssspell in that book. One of usss sshould go in and get it.
Volt backed up a little bit, frightened, but not wanting to admit it. Sparing his friend the humiliation of admitting that though, Caberdrone volunteered to go. "I'll eat my way in and try to get the ssspellbook." With that, he charged back in, growling and snarling and gnawing his way through. By the time he found the book though, he was completely full and couldn't bare to eat another bit. He sat down for a moment, breathing hard, both from running and struggling and with a bit of fear as well. He didn't want to die by being smothered by his favorite food. Laying his head on his front paws, he rested for a bit, but a loud crack seconds later brought him back to his feet. He looked up in horror as one of the side walls cracked, giving way to the pressure of the giant donut. It escaped, pulling free of the house and the bricks and wood, rolling down the hill, sloshing into mud puddles along the way.
Caberdrone ran after, calling to Volt, who stood nearby, aghast at the site she just witnessed. "Here!" he cried, tossing her the book. "Sssee if there'sss a reverssal ssspell. We have to find a way to sshrink it before it runsss into a town or village.
Voltaire plopped down in the mud, turning the pages of the book with Caberdrone standing over her, using his wings as an umbrella and shielding both her and the spellbook. She found the page of the donut spell and shouted out:
Expanding wad of sugar and dough,
I command thee to cease to grow!
The two turned in the direction the pastry was rolling, watching, waiting, to see if anything would happen. As they held their breath, hoping against hope that the reversal incantation had worked, they crept silently towards the donut, which had slowed down it's rolling spree. They stalked closer and closer, and as they did, they noticed that it was slowly shrinking in size. With a small pop! it returned to normal donut size in just seconds. Caberdrone and Voltaire let out a loud sigh of relief.
Creeping carefully towards it, Caberdrone picked up the donut and broke it in half, giving the other piece to Volt. "Here, if there'sss anything I've learned from watching bad horror moviesss, it'sss that once one defeatsss an enemy, one hasss to chop it up in tiny bitsss and bury it in ssseparate partsss of the world.
Volt held her donut piece up in front her her face, her -disallowed_word-except of coursse, for me) but we all have unique ssstoriesss to tell.
Mellowossity isss my sssisster. For the longesst time, I was alone here, but then sshe came along. Sshe thinksss sshe'sss ssso ssspecial becausse the Fountain Faerie came to her and gave her a quesst. Sshe getsss a lot of attention for it too. Mosst of the time, sshe'sss okay, but sssometimesss her cute and kind waysss are annoying. Lucky for me though, sshe ssspendsss mosst of her time out on the beach.
Ssskeabosst isss my other sssisster, but to me sshe'sss more of a pain. Sstormy, Mellow and I found her one rainy night in the ssswamp by where we live. Sshe'sss never gotten along with anything, mainly becausse sshe isss ssso wild, and will try to tear off anyonesss arm who comesss her way. We keep her chained up in the backyard, both for her safety and oursss.
Ssstormy of courssse, isss the one that takesss care of usss all, buying usss countlesss items and taking usss to sssee all of Neopia. She also has pets on
Ssstar SsstormDragon, her firssst account,
Ssstormyfied and
Middlecenter, where sshe runsss her own guild.
Thesse are sssome of the picturesss Sstormy drew of me becausse I am, of coursse, one of her mosst favorite petsss. They are all in order from oldesst to newesst and if you hold your mousse over each one, you can sssee a desscription of it.
If you'd like to sssee thesse imagesss in better detail, pleassse visit Sstormy's art gallery at: middlecenter.com/gallery and click on the kitty in the blue robe.
Becausse Ssstormy likesss to draw ssso much, it'sss only natural that I've been entered in the Beauty Contessst. And of courssse, I've won each and every time, earning three gold, two sssilver and three bronze trophiesss. I'd have more if Ssstormy ssstopped being lazy and entered me more often. But if I do happen to be entered, an image and link will be both here and at the top of the page, ssso be sssure to vote! (Stormy: Else face the wrath of Caberdrone and his Donuts of DOOOOOM!)
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